Mower County transcript., 1887-10-19
. WAS IT MERE LuCk2

--Aargaret E.. Sangster, IN Congregationalist
WAS lT MERE .Luck7
The Success of a Gentlemanhy Lad Who
Was Kind and Polite at All Times and
All Places. 4E-
There was a frantic cry of .'Whoar'
''whoa!' and the driver of "No. ~
put down the brake and the car came
to a stand-still just as a runaway horse
dragging but fragment of q carriage
dashed past. Men, women and chill
dren ran in various directions, some of
them trying to keep out of the horse S
track, and others, more venturesome,
making Intellectual attempts to seize
the dangling bride.
Mr.. Lord was unfolding the Bee,
which always reached him about the
time he started "down town." when
the commotion outside attracted his at
tention.
''Look out for your old basket
and a slight kick completely over
turned it. In their haste and excite
ment, colored woman and two boys
had actually collided; at the same time,
finding street car an unyielding back
ground.
Herbert Atkinson, nearly tumbling
into the basket of freshly 1aundried
clothes, which the woman in her fright
had dropped, Indignantly applied the
force necessary to scatter the immacrl-
late linen upon Che dusty street.
With fierce scowl and muttered
oath, he Immediately sprang upon the
car: Other vehicles standing near.
completely blocked the passage, and
while trouble was imminent (for the
drivers were loud in expostulation),
Mr.. Lord gave his attention to the
scene just under his window.
':Excuse me, madam said the other
boy, lifting his hat, which he was in the
act of placing on his head, after pick
ing himself up from the pavement,
where he for a moment had fallen,
when, during the scramble for safety,
both the woman and Herbert had
''brought up" against him.
Eyer didn t do it honey, yer noways
ter blame,' was the answer.
As she reached, for the basket, she
groaned, and George Graham ex-
claimed; ''Are You hurt?" and while
she with one hand was tightly holding
the bruised and sprained wrist, he was
very carefully gathering up the now
soiled garments, brushing, shaking and
folding.
When the car started, every thing
mad been arranged. and the manly lad
was walking away with the washer
woman's load.
Mr.: Lord returned to his paper, first
looking at his own advertisement,
which read something like this:
'.Wanted. at this Office, an honest and gentle
manly boy, about sixteen years of age, who has
home in the city. None but an apt scholar
and one well-recommended need apply. Call
at twelve o'clock to-day"
Mr.. Lord S experience in advertising
was such that he congratulated himself
on the short notice he had given, trust
ing that the right boy would be on
hand, and he not panied as he would
be if obliged to turn away many appli-
cantS from the place.
A little before noon, his wife came
in for chat, leaving their little Annie
with him for an hour, as was her GUS
tom when out at this time. ~*
'Papa's little Rest has come, has
she?" us he took the child in his lap.
In one of his happy hours, he often
said, as he gave himself up to a frolic
with his little girl.
80, Pa, Dinah has hurt her hand and
tumbled down in the street. It was
something about horse and car-any
way, mamma has packed basket Of
food for her and taken her home. It
was no matter bout the tumbled
clothes, mamma told her. ).
eyes, dear, but who is Dinah?''' see
ing that the child was too much inter-
ested to think Of any thing else just
then.
4 30, she helps Mary wash, and some
times takes the clothes home with her.
Pa, there is the very boy who brought
the basket for her, coming here" as
she looked from the window. =5
ut rs twelve o clock, darling, must
attend to a little business. You may
stay here with me- / :
John, 9 through speaking tube,
lyon may send up the boys in the or
der in which they come. =
Good morningY and a youth po-
litely removed his hat, as he responded
to the pleasant greeting.
a progressing face and evidently q
well-informed boy Of sixteen, bright
and active, with q letter from a we'll
known man, which read something
I like this; James Armstrong is the son
of an old friend Of mine. He's fine
scholar. Please give him q place and
oblige, etc.
Yell, James, I like your looks, and
90 not doubt your ability, but I no-l